#wip rambles

[dragon-swords-prophecies]

okay, so, i'm thinking

we've got our guy, right? old-ish, late 50s to 60s, dubiously human, definitely gay and possibly trans. I'm thinking of naming him julian? or maybe albert. henry?

and so Julian/Albert/Henry, he lives in a little cottage near/right next to a cemetery. graveyard? definitely a graveyard. sounds better.

anyway.

he lives next to the graveyard, and he takes care of it. cleans the stones, makes sure they're upright, waters the flowers, etc. he knows what all of them say, even the faded ones.

his partner died, maybe 10, 15 years ago? from what I'm not sure, but it was some sort of a disease, probably. whatever it was, they're buried in the graveyard, too. he's taken care of the graveyard since the old caretaker died, in the late 90s/early 2000s. they're buried there. when he dies, he'll be buried there too.

the world is sort of a modern-with-magic type of thing. there's magic, but there's also cellphones, cars, etc.

anyways, sometimes people come into the graveyard. the church that was there is gone, now, but people still visit. mostly people visiting relatives, but sometimes there's people who just like graveyards. generally our guy leaves them alone, but one day there's this teenager, there, and they're crying. and on a whim, he goes to talk to them. there's often people crying--its a graveyard, after all, he's no stranger to it--but this person isn't standing next to a grave or anything.

and he helps them. I dunno how, yet, but he does, and they start visiting more often; become friends. the kid's trans, too, I think.

oh, and he has a gray cat named Lady Eloise, called Ellie or El, for short. She's probably immortal (no one knows), and almost definitely magic. sometimes he swears she talks.

#graveyard story #wip rambles #i might. im unsure about it but maybe his partner died of aids #and part of its. he's gay but he gets to grow old. #and another part is. you're going to live. i know you think you won't but you will because people love you #its about being queer and being happy and being safe #oh and ghosts. its also about ghosts i forgot about that part #the graveyard is definitely haunted #its a graveyard what'd you expect

[henrike-does-writing-sometimes]

Came up with a really cool idea for Mike's part in the Gems of the Crown Arc. Unfortunately I now have to figure out the logistics of it rip

#it's the classic 'why did the villains only do this once ?' #writeblr #wip : the divine #wip rambles

[kivaember]

have this wip of a freud/621 pwp where they're fighting while they're fucking you're welcome (this wip is mostly sfw)

Freud was on the hunt. 

The heavy footfalls of his steel-capped boots echoed loudly as he prowled through the dimly lit storage facility for the Vesper’s main base of operations in Belius, the towering stacks of shipping containers and crates creating an angular maze with plenty of dead-ends and blind spots. His only source of light was his flashlight that normally hung from his toolbelt when he wasn’t in his piloting rig - after all, if he wasn’t piloting, he was doing mechanical work on LOCKSMITH. 

Or hunting his favourite playmate. 

Belius was in its night cycle, and most good little pilots like Pater were in their bunk, snoring away. But their newest and most difficult member? V.VII Raven was scurrying around after hours, throwing up the figurative middle finger at his enforced curfew despite Snail’s teeth-gritted demands for him to adhere to Vesper hierarchy. 

If it were anyone else, Raven would’ve been tossed headfirst into re-education until his surprising rebelliousness had been stamped out, but fortunately for him, Freud intervened on his behalf. He liked Raven as he was: feral, vicious, always looking minutes away from ripping out his throat with his teeth - and as V.I, he overruled V.II’s increasingly strained suggestion to bring that mutt to heel.

Like hell. Freud was letting this beast run loose for the fun of it. It was Snail’s own fault if he kept letting himself get bitten. 

(He wasn’t even being figurative about it. Since capturing Raven and browbeating him into uneasy compliance by holding Walter’s life over his head, Snail had been bitten by Raven on four separate occasions, the last almost resulting in a lost thumb. To be honest, Freud was pretty certain Snail deserved it in some way. You’d think he’d learn to stay away after the first time, let alone the third.)

While Raven was obedient in terms of carrying out Vesper missions flawlessly, outside of the cockpit he was an agent of surly chaos. Freud thought it cute, though, and he always enjoyed these little games of theirs. After all, there was a reason why Freud was in the storage facility after hours, wandering around this faux maze with nothing but a little flashlight lighting his way… 

“Raven~” Freud called in a teasing lilt. “I know you’re here. You didn’t cover up your trail very well…”

A trail that Freud could see crystal clear beneath the glare of his flashlight. Small boot prints tracked across the concrete floor, an oily sheen to them: because it was an oil, and probably a mix of lubricant and other fluids required for effective AC functioning. Freud had tracked this trail from LOCKSMITH’s sabotaged hydraulics and fuel system all the way to this storage facility, more amused than annoyed about the damage to his AC. 

It was an easy fix, barely a few hours of work. Besides, the aim wasn’t to sabotage LOCKSMITH, it was to catch Freud’s attention. 

He followed the dwindling boot prints until he came to a dead-end… at a glance. He scanned the towering containers, just in case Raven was lying in wait for him up there (happened last time, where the little bastard had jumped on Freud like a rabid monkey and tried strangling him), but there was nothing he could see. However, the dead-end was a wall, and that wall had a ventilation opening, just big enough for someone as small and scrawny as Raven to slither into. 

Said ventilation opening had its grate removed too. 

“Really,” Freud sighed, kneeling down in front of it and shining his torch up there. “How am I meant to fit in there…” 

He could probably squeeze in and have enough space to crawl, but he’d be damned if he encountered a sharp corner. He wasn’t that flexible, and unlike the augmented assholes in the Vespers, Freud was beholden to the march of time. He was in his late thirties, and his joints weren’t as bendy as they used to be. Though, maybe he could-

“Ngh!”

-a sudden weight rammed into his back, and it was only his quick reflexes that stopped him from braining himself against the edge of the ventilation duct. He frantically slammed his forearm against the wall, and pushed back, landing hard on whoever had body slammed into him and hearing that familiar, wheezy grunt of Raven having all the air squashed out of his lungs. It was a very distinct noise.

Cheeky little- he ambushed him!

Grinning ferally, Freud twisted around and tried to get Raven into a headlock, but the smaller mercenary was as slippery as an eel. He dropped his flashlight during the fray, a stray kick sending it spinning and half-blinding him as he wrestled with Raven in the dark. The merc didn’t hold back his punches at all - literally. Freud had to bite back a grunt of pain when Raven full on slugged him in the chest, clearly going for the solar plexus and narrowly missing it - but it left him open in exchange. 

Freud grabbed his arm and twisted it violently, Raven letting out a strained, gasping snarl of pain, and slammed the mercenary face down on the floor. Raven thrashed and squirmed underneath him, even trying to twist around to bite him, but with his arm firmly held against his back, he wasn’t going anywhere. 

Freud was the victor, and he took his rightful throne of sitting on the back of Raven’s thighs as a result. 

“Well…” he panted, winded from that punch. Even if it missed his solar plexus, it still knocked the air out of him, damn. “You got me good for a second there, scavenger bird.” 

Raven hissed at him like a cat. 

“You were hoping to concuss me, hm?” Freud murmured, his blood still running hot but not quite clouding his mind as he thought back to that whole exchange. It would’ve worked. If Freud hadn’t been so quick on his reflexes, he would’ve smashed face first into the wall, leaving him disorientated. Raven would’ve capitalised on that, and…

But, it didn’t quite work out like that. Freud had been that little bit faster, but the ambush had still been pretty good. Freud got a little too complacent. 

“Looks like I won, though.” Freud shifted his weight and, still keeping Raven’s arm twisted behind his back, pressed his body in close, so he could murmur into his ear: “That means I get to decide the penalty.”

Raven didn’t respond or move. His free arm was slightly extended past his shoulders, and the narrow beam of his flashlight shone directly onto his scarred fingers. They were twitching slightly, like Raven was fighting down some sort of response, and Freud couldn’t help but smile. Down but not beaten… if Freud wasn’t careful, Raven might try going for the eyes again. 

Keeping his heavy-lidded gaze on Raven’s twitching fingers, he nosed his dark, half-curled hair before gently biting his ear. The mercenary flinched beneath him, and Freud pressed his half-hard erection against the firm swell of Raven’s ass, grinding languidly. 

Raven’s twitching fingers curled into a loose fist.

#armored core #armored core 6 #v.i freud #621 #vi621 #fanfic #wip rambles #when ur just sitting around and suddenly gripped to write violent pwp #welp here we are #enjoy? #i guess

[btsgotjams27]

say hi to my bhc!jk 🥹💖

#im planning for it to be 3 parts #some of if is outlined #wip rambles

[autism-purgatory]

Fuck it here’s more Sculpted Lands knights

Dark Knights: Warriors unlucky enough to be corrupted by the Ghouran Forest, which is cursed with a plague of darkness that was awoken by Cambrius. Dark Knights are “tamed” by impaling them with a stake of angel salt, keeping their corruption and need to devour at bay. It’s common for the army and wealthy members of Nordof (the kingdom that neighbors the Ghouran Forest) to have Dark Knights as bodyguards or meat shields. Many warriors enter the Ghouran forest for glory and treasure, only to be either eaten alive by its many monsters or turned into a Dark Knight.

Demon Hunters: technically a knighthood but not very well respected. It was created by the kingdom of Arciva, to both gather information on Pyromancy and, yknow, hunt demons. Many are stationed near Dantiun Island, where the demon’s nest lies. Many are equipped with the latest technology such as crossbows and convertible weapons. Some even use demon limbs as weapons such as their pincers or horns. They are deeply hated by the kingdom of Pyramis, which sees the demons as necessary agents of destruction.

Gem Knights: Royal Knights of the Kingdom of Vitra, who loyally serve the king. They are all usually geomancers and their armor is pained to resemble various gems. They are frequently replaced because their frequent use of Geomancy can corrupt them into Cragmen (frail, tunnel digging zombies with holes for faces and jagged minerals coming out of them

Serpent Knights: The elite warriors of Yigdea. They bear serpent like masks and horns made of reptilian scales, usually from the Dwell (eyeless dinosaur monsters) many are initiated by killing the greatest of the Dwell, a Color-Snatcher, which mimics voices, can fly, and can camouflage. The Serpent Knight rips its throat out and drags it as an offering to the Oceanbed Demon, which rules the island. If it accept the offering, they are officially a serpent knight, if not, they have their throat slit.

#writing #sculpted lands #wip rambles

[onboardsorasora]

Literally just had a thought about something fairly wild and out there for enchanted au and was like 'nah that's way too much'...then I remembered what this started out as 😅😅😅 that this is a fairytale that grew legs

#😈😈😈😈 #enchanted au #enchanted au Christmas #wip rambles #the joys of wip

[shellclan]

it would be really nice if i knew how to actually have a comic style for this instead of just ref sheets

#wip rambles #clangen

[piss-pumpkin]

I have an awesome wip

#I gotta warn my friend who’s gonna read it #sometimes uni is awesome because I get to write sillies for my English course #wip rambles

[wipmoy]

ngl the fully clothed softcore that shows up on websites that generally don't have NSFW is usually way hotter than most pictures intended to be porn.

People will just draw a penis and expect you to find it sexy :| Where is the context dude. Wheres the Dramatic Tension. This is just anatomy.

#wip rambles #this is probably just me being asexual

[sunwarmed-ash]

WIP rambles

hi i wish i could just GIVE YOU all of the parts of the eden club i have written but its all nonsense broken up like this

ugguguhghghghhhhaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh

anyway

hi, hope your day is going well

#blahhh writing is a bitch sometimes #the eden club #wip rambles #find me on ao3 #links in bio #sunwarmed ash

[immortal-he]

finished Forsaken in like a day because I’m working on a time loop fic about Haytham

And then I couldn’t remember how Edward died.

And then realized the butterfly effect would fuck up so much because if Edward didn’t die in the manor, then Connor wouldn’t be born at all.

Or maybe he would have. I don’t know, but I got to think about a lot now lmao

There’s three routes this could go:

I ignore everything and go back to my original plan but change some things just so it’s just a little bit more lore accurate

I rewrite the whole time loop bit to make it as accurate to the lore as possible

I make it a time travel fix it fic and a time loop fic,,, cause I love time travel fix it fics

Anyways that’s what I’m working on! :>

#assassin's creed #assassins creed iii #assassins creed forsaken #wip rambles #🖊️

[henrike-does-writing-sometimes]

RoM - Cinematic Sequence Ramble

I tend to approach my works as if they're films, which often makes it harder for me. But this time I had a stroke of genius !

To keep the backstory short, and as free of spoilers as I can; During the Aperature (an event where the Mirror Realm and Earth overlap) a lot of things went wrong. One of which being Emil becoming infected with the poison of the Mirror Realm that risks spreading to Earth, which would effectively destroy it. The last scene (ish) of Realm of Mirrors is thus of Emil's death.

Before getting into the sequence I have in mind, here's a snippet of it. Enjoy :>

Emil saw their hesitation. Felt their unbearable fear and sorrow. Turning back to the sky he breathed deep, and sang; “Den blomstertid nu kommer, med lust och fägring stor. Du nalkas, ljuva sommar, då gräs och gröda gror.” his voice was trembling, but his song was as beautiful as can be. Perfectly flawed in a way that made it haunting. Carrying through the forest and over the oceans, a solemn tribute to the rising sun. Providing comfort and courage where none existed. “Med blid och livlig värma, till allt som varit dött, sig solens strålar närma,” Emil stumbled on his words as his breath shuddered. Tears once more trailed his face, but he carried on; bracing himself for what was to come, “Och allt blir återfött.” Comfort and courage flickered like a dying fire. So before it went out, Tess, Ida, Jake, and Astrid held each other’s hands tighter— and squeezed their eyes shut as magic flashed through them like a gunshot. Only it didn’t hit them, and there was no bang. Only dreadful silence. Jake was the first to open his eyes, to glance at the body lying between them. Emil’s muscles had relaxed, and his head had lolled to the side. Still and peaceful. One after another, they looked at him. And when the sun rose over the treetops, its warmth melted their frozen state of shocked numbness. Let it seep into the cracks, and reality was understood.  Tess’ breath hitched, and then she screamed.

The song Emil sings is the first verse to 'Den Blomstertid Nu Kommer' (ENG: The Time of Blossom Now Approaches) and the version I'll be using for this is the one from Bramble: The Mountain King. Because the vibes are spectacular and just what I'm after. (Listen to it because it makes what I'm about to describe a lot better)

Now for the sequence !

Emil sings the first verse solo. No instrumentals, no back-ups, just him (0:00 - 0:47). It's then quiet, with only the wind through the forest, then once we're shown Emil's body, the ambiance (0:48 - 0:53) fades in. It continues to swell as the scene progresses, reaching its peak once Tess screams.

And as they all begin crying, the song continues, carrying through a "montage" where the remaining characters return to Grimmvik, passing the castle and other important places as they do. This is all slowed down, not much but enough to portray a sense of emptiness, and the only sound is the song. Meaning we can't hear the crying, only see as they cry.

We end the scene through a fade, most likely through the sky, as the song comes to an end, transitioning us to the epilogue.

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#writeblr #wip rambles #snippet #wip snippet #wip : Realm of Mirrors #I don't think I have to explain Tindra's abscence aljehbrflabherl #I'll add a translation to the song soon right now I'm tired lol #I'll explain the magic system some time too dw

[gendervapor14]

too tired to write, too tired to edit, too tired to read, but not too tired to draw!! saw some anime screenshot redraws going around and that got me thinking of this iconic scene:

which i combined with a little moment the sorabelle fic to create…

a new disastrous wip!! nothing like having a stack of wip illustrations to go with your wip stories, right??

haha! ha. right? this is normal. everything is normal. everything is fiiiinneee

#kind of a pain because sora is taller than genzo #also she looks. just a little different #BUT for all the bad luck i’ve had today #this seems okay so far #i finished that other bell-mere sketch btw #so at least SOMETHING is finished #just have to polish off the end of the first draft of ch.3 #then write chapter 4 #then do some heavy edits #BUT then it’ll be done sorry i’ll shut up now #gensart #one piece fanart #bellemere #bell mère #one piece original character #one piece oc #fanfiction fanart #wip rambles #current wip #wip wednesday #digital sketch

[btsgotjams27]

Goodbye is what you should've started with instead of hello.

#wip rambles #angst + ex-fwb + smut + jk is bad with feelings = just so you won't be alone

[autism-purgatory]

Weird fun fact about Viscered pre-everything going to shit: Julia doesn’t like the cold, not even a ceiling fan (Texans can’t handle the cold and I say this from experience). Cole, however, likes the house at a comfortably cool temperature of 10 degrees Fahrenheit. This can be an issue when they’re trying to sleep, but Cole is practically a furnace anyway so they cancel each other out.

#wip #wip rambles #viscered

[cozy-mp3]

i’m going back n reading wips i abandoned from abt a month ago n im sat here feeling like i have a mind that surpasses ancient greek scholars like aristotle wouldnt get the stuff i was writing a month ago he doesnt have the range

#sevika royalty au is back on the menu #idk if i ever said i was working on that but i was n i couldnt get it to work #it’s working now tho !! #every time i abandon something n come back with a fresh mind to find i like im like :0 #even tho i’ve done this multiple times #wip rambles